Mary’s Nativity
©1986 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Phil Hearing on Unsplash
I wonder how they felt that night
as they attended there.
Were they filled with sacred sentiment
to see the child so fair?
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I wonder how they felt that night
as they attended there.
Were they filled with sacred sentiment
to see the child so fair?
“I want to live in Zion,”
said the small boy to his mother.
My Primary teacher told me
people there love one another.
We have feasted on the bounty
of young women here tonight,
who have shared with us a harvest
that was sown in faith and light.
Seeds planted in the sun of each
young woman’s love for truth
were nurtured by the hope and dreams
and purity of youth.
New life took root and seedlings grew
under the tender care
of these young women, daughters whose
divinity we share.
Hands clasped upon the altar’s lace
reflect the love within each face
that joins through time, in unity,
two souls for all eternity.
I’m reaching for the kind of faith
that holds me through the night,
that wraps me up in warmth and love
until the morning light.
I’m looking for the hope that sees
beyond a padlocked gate
to rows of dancing daffodils
that stand and wave and wait
to greet the sun and claim the day,
to sweep away the night,
to whisper God is over all,
and all is well and right.
How valiant is the tree that grows
majestic in the land–
the tree that fights to set down roots
so deep that it will stand
against the bitter storm,
the fiercest wind, the driving rain,
against the freezing winter
and the dusty, barren plain.
Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
A man and woman love, they mate,
and from that union, they create
a temple for God’s spirit child
entrusted to their care.